The Marquis Mansion's Elite Class-Chapter 163

Zong Wenxiu was startled.

Did Luo Jingfeng actually know his younger brother?

When did they meet? Was there a debt of gratitude, a grudge, or were they merely strangers?

Although he hadn’t figured it out yet, as the older brother, Zong Wenxiu took the initiative to bow politely to Luo Jingfeng, trying to shield his younger brother.

Luo Jingfeng tilted his head slightly in acknowledgment, and the guards behind him immediately rushed forward, restraining Zong Wenxiu with one hand.

Zong Wenxiu exclaimed in shock, "What are you doing...?"

"Brother!" The little troublemaker, Zong Jincheng, panicked and rushed forward to save him.

However, the guard didn’t harm Zong Wenxiu; he simply subdued him and held him in place.

Seeing this, Buyan, who had been about to take action, stopped. The two young masters weren’t in immediate danger, so he decided to wait and see what Luo Jingfeng intended to do.

Unexpectedly, Luo Jingfeng seemed to recognize Buyan.

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "So it’s Buyan, Zong Zhao’s sparring partner. It’s been years since we last met, and I didn’t recognize you at first glance."

Buyan lowered his head and bowed respectfully. "This humble servant greets General Luo. The two young masters of the manor did not provoke any trouble today. I beg General Luo not to hold it against them and allow me to take them back to the manor."

Luo Jingfeng chuckled. "Indeed, it wasn’t their fault today."

Hearing this, Buyan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they could leave without further incident.

But to his surprise, Luo Jingfeng turned and said, "However, I still have a score to settle with this boy. He can’t leave until it’s settled."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Zong Jincheng.

The little troublemaker knew exactly what he was referring to—the incident during the hunt when he had stabbed Luo Jingfeng. He glared back defiantly and argued, "That was your fault too! You were the one who drew your sword first and tried to bully others. I was just standing up for what’s right!"

"Hahaha..." Luo Jingfeng suddenly laughed. His figure moved like a ghost, standing less than two inches away from Zong Jincheng.

In the next moment, his strong hand gripped Zong Jincheng’s neck, lifting the boy into the air. His expression was terrifying as he said, "Kid, even high-ranking officials in the court don’t dare to cross me. You’re the boldest one, daring to stab me with a sword. Did you think I forgot about it just because I hadn’t come for you?"

Zong Wenxiu shouted, "Brother! Let go of my brother!" He struggled desperately, but the guard holding him was too strong.

Buyan, after saying, "Forgive me for this," immediately lunged at Luo Jingfeng’s arm, determined to save Zong Jincheng.

Luo Jingfeng was surrounded by many guards, including skilled martial artists.

Without Luo Jingfeng even needing to speak, someone stepped forward to deal with Buyan. Shunzi, who had been trying to help, was kicked to the ground before he could even get close.

Buyan was locked in combat with the guards and couldn’t break free.

Meanwhile, Zong Jincheng, suspended in the air, was turning redder by the second. He slapped at Luo Jingfeng’s hand, but his strength was no match. His legs flailed uselessly in the air as he struggled.

Zong Wenxiu, pinned and unable to move, cried out desperately, tears streaming down his face. "Stop it, General Luo! Let go of Jincheng! He’s only eight years old! You’re going to kill him! This is a human life! It’s against the law!"

Luo Jingfeng, however, seemed uninterested in arguing with Zong Jincheng. His grip tightened, but his expression remained unchanged, as though human life meant nothing to him, regardless of the person’s status.

Luo Jingfeng said casually, "Kid, do you know where Zong Zhao is now? Is he really dead? If I kill his son now, wouldn’t that be reuniting you father and son?"

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Zong Jincheng couldn’t answer. The veins on his head began to bulge, and his face turned from red to purple.

In the shadows, a hidden figure clenched his fists tighter and tighter. The mistress had said that unless it was a life-or-death situation, he couldn’t reveal himself, even if Zong Jincheng had his arm broken. But now, it was just a little more, just a little more, and Zong Jincheng would be on the brink of death.

Just a little more, and he could act...

For the first time, Zong Jincheng clearly realized it.

He was about to die.

Death meant leaving this world forever. He wouldn’t be able to study with his brother anymore, wouldn’t see his grandparents again, wouldn’t have his friends, and—he hadn’t even made up with Xu Wan yet. He still didn’t know who his mother was or what she looked like.

Was he really going to die like this?

He didn’t want to...

Tears welled up in Zong Jincheng’s eyes, falling one by one like broken strings of pearls. Some landed on the ground, others on Luo Jingfeng’s hand.

At the final moment.

The hidden figure had already prepared a concealed weapon, ready to strike Luo Jingfeng and save Zong Jincheng.

But then, Luo Jingfeng suddenly let go.

"Cough, cough..." Zong Jincheng fell to the ground, coughing violently and gasping for air.

Luo Jingfeng crouched down and grabbed Zong Jincheng’s chin, forcing the boy to look up.

The little troublemaker’s tear-streaked face was still wet, his eyes brimming with tears, but he stubbornly refused to let any more fall.

In the glimmer of those tears, Luo Jingfeng seemed to see the face of a long-lost acquaintance. A woman’s voice echoed in his ears, pleading pitifully yet stubbornly:

"Second Brother, I... I just want a child. I don’t want to be a tool in your and Eldest Brother’s power struggle. Can’t you let me go? Let me have a child, a pure and innocent child..."

Luo Jingfeng’s heart ached, and he closed his eyes.

In his mind, he saw her as she was the last time he had seen her—pale, lifeless, with a dagger plunged into her chest. They said she had taken her own life, unable to bear the weight of her identity.

Luo Jingfeng clenched his fists. When he opened his eyes again, they were red.

Suicide?

Would his younger sister, who had been perfectly fine, really stab herself?

One day, he would make those who had dared to harm his sister pay with their blood.

Luo Jingfeng’s expression grew increasingly menacing. Zong Jincheng continued to struggle, trying to back away, and this time, he actually managed to break free.

On the other side, the guards who had been holding Buyan and the others also released them.

Zong Wenxiu rushed forward to help Zong Jincheng up, too afraid to touch him too roughly. Exhausted from the ordeal, Zong Jincheng had already passed out in his arms.

With Luo Jingfeng no longer blocking their way, Buyan picked up the little troublemaker and quickly carried him away. "Find a doctor! Hurry and find a doctor to treat Young Master Jincheng!"

After everyone had left.

The empty hall of the tavern was eerily silent. Luo Jingfeng remained crouched on the ground, lost in thought.

One of the guards approached and said, "General, we haven’t forced out the hidden bodyguard yet. Why did you stop? It was just a little more..."

From the moment he had come down from the second floor, Luo Jingfeng had sensed that Zong Jincheng had a hidden protector. Not only was there Buyan, a skilled martial artist, but there was also someone in the shadows. He had wanted to test whether the hidden guard was from the Marquis Manor... or the Crown Prince.

But at this moment, Luo Jingfeng’s mind was elsewhere.

With red eyes, he looked up and simply said, "He looks so much like Third Sister."